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An Obituary printed in the London Times - not a
joke and makes you think!!
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense,
who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old
he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic
red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable
lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; Why the early
bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my
fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't
spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not
children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly
when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in
place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment
for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using
mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an
unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing
the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining
their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were
required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an
Aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student
became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost
the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals
received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from
a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for
assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a
woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She
spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge
settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents,
Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter,
Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.... He is survived by his 4
stepbrothers: I Know My Rights, I Want It Now, Someone Else Is To
Blame, and I'm A Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority
and do nothing.
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